Word Picture:
He was outside with his mom, playing in the yard while she trimmed the crape myrtles. The grass was lush and thick under his bare feet. They came around the corner, parents pushing a stroller and a son his age walking beside.
“Watcha doin’?” the skinny blond boy asked.
“Throwin’ sticks,” he answered. Because he was.
“Can I throw sticks too?”
“Yeah, sure.”
He didn’t realize it, but he had just booked every afternoon for the next 4 years.
He was outside with his mom, playing in the yard while she trimmed the crape myrtles. The grass was lush and thick under his bare feet. They came around the corner, parents pushing a stroller and a son his age walking beside.
“Watcha doin’?” the skinny blond boy asked.
“Throwin’ sticks,” he answered. Because he was.
“Can I throw sticks too?”
“Yeah, sure.”
He didn’t realize it, but he had just booked every afternoon for the next 4 years.